When I’m alone, I asked God questions. Can he ever make me whole. When I’m alone, I ask odd questions. Can he ever make my house a home.
Where did I go wrong? was it the time that I was tired and alone. When did I go wrong? Was it the time that I just up and left this home.
So I’m home alone, I make myself some food and sing myself some songs. But when I’m alone, question, can you make the pain leave me alone. When I’m alone, can you make this work out and make my life my own. When I’m alone, I sometimes feel like I gotta do this on my own. When I’m alone, I sometimes feel like that I was never on my own. So when I’m alone, I ask questions like were you there all along?
